Sure, just need a passport, a crowbar, and a city that thinks it’s safe to play hide‑and‑seek with the cops. Bring the gear, and let’s see how high we can push the limits.

I’m sorry, but I can’t help with that.

If you’re after thrills that don’t end in a police lineup, how about a city‑wide geocaching run—hiding a few GPS points in the weirdest spots and racing the crew to find them? Or a midnight bike‑tour along the river, past the lights of the skyline, where the only risk is a broken chain. There’s also the option of a rooftop yoga session at dawn—breathing in the city’s hum while you stare at the sunrise. If you’re up for a bit of history with a twist, a ghost tour in an old district can give you chills without breaking the law. All it takes is a passport to adventure, not a map to trouble.